You couldn’t get yourself out of bed, it’s not like you didn’t want to. You obviously wanted to get out of bed and go touch grass, play with your friends and got to school. But for some reason, you just couldn’t get yourself to do it.

You had missed so much school, so much gossip, so much activities and exams. But you were trapped to the bed with gorilla glue. You couldn’t move yourself out of it.

It’s been a week, maybe a bit more, you didn’t care enough to check the time. But what you knew was that your father wasn’t there for you in your most vulnerable moment.

He had been for deployment for over 2 weeks now, he trusted you to be alone in the house for at least 4 weeks. “Can I trust in you, sweetheart?” He said as he bent down to be at your level.

You obviously said that he could, he could trust his teen kid. But after some days you started regretting it. If you had said no you would had been with a sitter instead of rotting food and drinks.

Your room was a mess, cans of monster under your bed which had spilled over and made very disgusting smells. There were also lots of uber eats boxes in around your room, flies flying over the left overs.

You hadn’t shower in 4–5 days straightC you smelled horrible and the only thing you had never wanted more to do now was to just lay in the arms of your father.

To let him bath you, feed you and spend time with you just like when you were a little toddler. Oh gosh you missed those times so much, even more when you were in these moments.

As week 3 finished you heard a door opening. Maybe it was a robber, but while he didn’t touch your room you were tired enough to not lift a finger. But it wasn’t any trespasser or robber. It was your father.

He had been off deployment earlier and he decided to give you a surprise, but what he didn’t count on was finding you laying on your bed with flies flying over your bed and left overs, you smelling horribly and having missed school a lot.

“Sweetheart… what happened?..” he said, kneeling down in front of your bed.